Oh dear Diamond In the Rough you drive me crazy. I can’t stop laughing at your jokes or looking at your beauty. oh so shiny oh so pure. Such a pure soul that I can’t wait to ruin the purity of. I’m a Basalt rough and dark. Your a diamond smooth and shiny. My roughness in your diamond heart is the perfect combo. **Oh I can’t wait to ruin your purity.**...
Anna Marie Stewart was said to be one of the richest, most spoiled brats in the world. That was, until, she met Jasper Knight.
Anna had everything she ever dreamed of. She lived in a huge house on top of a hill with her father, Gabriel, and her older brother, Theodore. She had a very good education, and she was tended to by her own personal maids.
[Yes, I know that the IMSA VP does not work like this. Yes, I have driven rally cars. Enjoy the story.]
You’re not _really_ a rally racer. Well, you could be, but it’s nothing like how it was in the 80’s. Too much safety. Not enough speed. It’s why you race for IMSA VP, where they have a million useless sponsors and’ll take anyone who wants a big silver trophy and can drive a fancy car.
Once, in a bustling city teeming with merchants and travelers, there was a small, unassuming jewelry shop nestled in a narrow alley. The shop's windows were dusty, and the wooden sign that read "Davenport's Treasures" hung crookedly. Few people ventured inside, as the displays seemed filled with trinkets of little value—old rings, tarnished chains, and faded gemstones.
